250: Chapter 250: Dragging You Back to Liquid Nitrogen Hell!

As the words fell, the hidden doors on the edges of the cliffs on both sides slid open silently.

Two Mechanical Dolls wearing red jumpsuits and square masks pushed a metal stretcher, their tracks crushing the frozen yellow earth as they headed straight for the fallen Sarah.

They completely ignored the other contestants, who were frozen stiff, their movements precise and mechanical.

One of the NPCs pulled out a scanner and pressed it against Sarah's carotid artery.

"Beep—"

"Target 117, suffered severe impact and extreme low temperature, vital signs dropping rapidly, competition safety protection mechanism triggered," the NPC's stiff electronic voice rang out in the white mist. "Determined to have lost mobility, eliminated."

The two NPCs, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed Sarah's arms and legs and threw her onto the stretcher.

The cart turned around and disappeared into the hidden door. The entire body-collection process took less than ten seconds.

On the periphery of the Liquid Nitrogen Zone, Former Middleweight Boxing Champion, wearing a half-dry tracksuit, stood there, stunned.

His knuckles, which he had been cracking, froze in mid-air, and the raging fury in his mind to tear the Americans apart was abruptly extinguished by this absurd scene.

"What are you spacing out for? Move," Li Li turned his head and exhaled a puff of white air mixed with ice crystals.

Former Middleweight Boxing Champion snapped back to reality, pointing at the dragged-away Sarah and then at Li Li, his voice deafeningly loud. "I leave? What about you?! You already crossed the line, yet you ran back to ram someone. Won't the competition committee disqualify you and kick you out immediately?!"

"What foul?" Li Li raised a hand and patted the thick layer of ice armor on his chest, producing a dull metallic clanking sound. "First, I didn't use my hands. I 'accidentally' ran too fast and couldn't brake in time. Second, the second I crossed the line, my ranking and points were already locked in."

Li Li lifted his chin, pointing toward the red finish line ahead. "I'm now a tourist taking a stroll with absolute freedom. You hurry up and get over there to secure your points; I'll clean up the trash here."

Former Middleweight Boxing Champion was stunned.

He was frantically chewing over the eight characters for "ranking locked" and "tourist taking a stroll."

Two seconds later, this former middleweight boxing champion grinned, revealing stark white teeth, laughing like a two-hundred-pound idiot.

"Damn! You're the real bandit!" Former Middleweight Boxing Champion gave a thumbs up, turned his head, and sprinted toward the finish line. "Leave them a breath! Don't kill them!"

In the domestic TikTok livestream, after a three-second pause, the comments section exploded with unprecedented intensity.

[Holy crap! A tourist taking a stroll! He exploited a bug in the settlement mechanism!]

[Dean Li: I've handed in my test paper; now I'm just strolling around the exam room, and by the way, knocking away a few candidates I don't like. That's reasonable, right?]

[Physical transcendence plus rule suppression! This is a top student's dimensional strike!]

[Where are the American netizens? Weren't you guys shouting so happily just a moment ago? Come out and walk a few steps!]

On Twitter and YouTube livestreams, there was a chorus of wailing and howling.

[Protest! This is cheating! Number 001 is maliciously attacking other contestants!]

[Is the competition committee blind! Why don't they shoot him dead!]

[The American in front, shut up. Go look at Rule Article 8: You cannot beat or harm contestants. Number 001 didn't throw a punch just now; he 'accidentally' crashed into them! The NPC's underlying logic determines this is just an accident!]

[Fuck! The Easterners are too cunning! They exploited a code vulnerability!]

Shen Jue was rolling wildly on the leather sofa in his villa, clutching a pillow and laughing crazily at the sky. "Brothers! Spam 'serves them right' on the public screen! What do you call this for my Brother Li? This is called a legal sanction! The Americans play dirty, and my Brother Li just flips the table! So cool!"

In the center of the arena.

"The Rose of Sharon... has bloomed..."

The deadly nursery rhyme rang out again.

The Mechanical Doll's head snapped back to the front.

Li Li moved.

He strode forward unhurriedly, strolling leisurely through the minus 180-degree liquid nitrogen white mist.

His target was clear, pointing straight at Marcus, who was shivering uncontrollably ahead.

Just then, Anya from the Russian team happened to cut in from the side, blocking exactly between Li Li and Marcus.

Anya was covered in frost, her teeth chattering loudly. As she looked up, she collided head-on with this moving human ice sculpture.

The sense of oppression crashed down like a mountain and a sea.

Anya's breath hitched, her scalp tingling. She had just seen with her own eyes this Number 001 use an Iron Mountain Lean to send that American woman flying five meters away, directly onto a stretcher.

Now, this god of slaughter was coming for her.

Anya's muscles tensed, ready to be rammed into the yellow earth.

Li Li stopped a step away from Anya.

He took a half-step back, bowed slightly, and gestured to the side with his right hand, performing a "please" motion so standard it could be written into an etiquette textbook.

"Ladies first."

The English pronunciation was standard and clear, spreading through the white mist.

Anya froze in place, her brain short-circuiting for a second.

Fear was instantly replaced by ecstasy.

This Russian rock-climbing fanatic burst out with unprecedented potential, moving her frozen legs, and darted past Li Li in a flash.

The moment they brushed past each other, Anya shouted in extremely broken Chinese: "Thank you! Big brother!"

Li Li nodded slightly, acknowledging it.

This scene completely shattered Marcus's psychological defenses.

Marcus was in despair.

This Eastern devil wasn't attacking indiscriminately; he had a VIP assassination list! And he himself was that sole VIP!

"Hunter! Mia!" Marcus's eyes were red with anxiety, his voice cracking from the cold as he roared forward. "Help me block him! We are teammates! Team USA cannot lose me!"

Twenty meters away, Team USA's survival fanatic Hunter stopped.

He turned back, glanced at the leisurely approaching Li Li, and then at Marcus, who was frozen like a dog.

Hunter shrugged.

"Sorry, buddy," Hunter replied loudly. "It's trouble you brought on yourself. I told you before, don't provoke that monster who can hold his breath underwater for a minute. Besides, I need the points for the top ten."

Mia, next to him, didn't even turn her head, focusing on controlling her pace. "You're just a burden now, Marcus. Good luck."

The two turned their heads without hesitation and accelerated toward the finish line.

[Hahahaha! Is this the legendary plastic teammate relationship!]

[Team USA's traditional skill: Let the fellow Daoist die, not me!]

[Marcus: The clown is actually me.]

Marcus was so angry his lungs were about to explode, but at this moment, he couldn't care about cursing.

"The Rose of Sharon... has bloomed..."

The nursery rhyme stopped abruptly.

Marcus froze in place, his muscles twitching wildly under the ice armor.

There were only ten meters left to the edge of the Liquid Nitrogen Zone!

As long as he crossed that line, as long as he left this damn Liquid Nitrogen Zone, he would be safe if it wasn't so cold!

"The Rose of Sharon... has bloomed..."

The nursery rhyme started again!

Marcus unleashed the extreme power of his two-hundred-plus pounds of muscle, forcibly cracking the ice shell on his legs.

Like a crazed bison, he charged forward regardless of everything.

Eight meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

The red line was within reach, the dry yellow earth outside clearly visible.

Just then, a violent gust of wind surged from behind him.

The speed was completely beyond human reason.

Marcus had no time to react. His wild instinct made him instinctively cross his thick arms behind his head, attempting to withstand this fatal blow.

"Bang!"

A tooth-achingly dull thud.

Three billion global viewers saw an extremely brutal scene on the panoramic screen.

From the rolling white mist at the edge of the Liquid Nitrogen Zone, a huge figure was forcibly slammed out!

Marcus's massive body crossed the red line and slammed heavily onto the dry yellow earth, sliding two meters on his face before stopping.

He was out!

Marcus lay on the ground, coughing violently, his lungs greedily breathing in the room-temperature air, a frantic laugh of survival rolling from his throat.

He had survived!

However, before the laughter could even escape his throat.

From the thick white mist of the Liquid Nitrogen Zone, a pair of slender, knuckled hands suddenly reached out.

Those hands accurately and unerringly gripped Marcus's ankles.

The force was as great as two hydraulic iron pliers, digging directly into his flesh.

"Wait—" Marcus screamed in terror.

"Swish!"

The hands exerted a sudden force backward.

Marcus's two-hundred-plus-pound body, like a rag sack, plowed two deep trenches in the yellow earth, being forcibly and roughly dragged back inside the red line!

Dragged back into the minus 180-degree liquid nitrogen hell!

The white mist instantly swallowed him.

Li Li stood in the rolling cold air, looking down at the American giant on the ground, who was struggling frantically and rolling his eyes from the cold.

He raised his right foot, wearing a work boot, and stepped heavily onto Marcus's chest, pinning this bison firmly to the frozen ground.

"You." Li Li brushed off the ice debris that had shaken onto his collar, his voice not loud.

"The position just now was here. I 'accidentally' bumped into you, so just stay here."

Marcus's pupils shrank, his heart pounding wildly.

"The Rose of Sharon..."

The deadly nursery rhyme rang out again above the deep pit.

Marcus was pinned tightly in the liquid nitrogen; if he moved, he would be headshot by a tranquilizer gun; if he didn't, he would soon be too cold to move.